I wake with you on my mind
Step out of bed for you
My idea of a warm hold
Your bold hint on my lips
Why must I wait.
Why are you so coy
Drip fast and fall into me
I need you to live
My air is full of you
I feel you not with me.
My cup runs cold
But my mind sees you near
In my vein I feel some of you
Bold and loud you hit my mind
Wake up I’m here, you say.
My love of your dark brew
A hint of milk to ease you in
A hug of love near my soul
Yeah I live for you ...Java!
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To Speak of Secret Futures
Our coffees cool between us on the breakfast counter. You stare at the curls of steam so you don't have to look at me. That's always been your tell. Usually your gaze speaks volumes, so when you refuse to meet my eye, that means you have a secret you don't want to say.
By Addison Alder4 days ago in Humans
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